As I sit here, nursing my minor hangover (which is really just me being reeeeeally tired; I didn't drink nearly enough to warrant it), I finally decided I felt up to reading through the family blogs. I haven't looked at them in several months; I didn't want to know what everyone thought, remembered, wrote about Grandpa. Today, though? It's sad, but it makes me remember good things. Bittersweet. I don't think I'm up to writing my own, and I'm definitely not up to touching THAT AFGHAN, but....baby steps, y'know?
I'm eagerly awaiting my pizza. I decided I deserve a treat. Olives and tomatoes on the pizza, then also chicken...nuggets? And breadsticks! I won't eat it all at once, don't worry.
The times, they are a-changing.
